A Day In the Life of Draco and Harry
by Klainelover913
Summary: A collection of Drarry One - shots based on word or phrase prompt. They will be at different points of Harry and Draco's relationship. Slash. Mpreg is included in some chapters. If you don't like that, don't read this. Rated T for language and mentions of sexual activity. Prompts are always accepted.
1. News

**Hello everyone! I recently have become a Drarry fan. I'm kind of bored right now, so I decided to start writing Drarry one shots. They are all set in different times in the series and after it. Anyways, I's love prompts. The first chapter here is called News. Prompts really only need to be a word or phrase unless you want something specific to happen. **

**Disclaimer: I don't anything from our beloved series.**

Harry's POV

"DRACO!" I screamed. I was beyond angry. How many times did I have to tell him things before he actually listened and did them? We've been married 7 years now and you would think he'd listen by now.

"What?" he asked, walking down the stairs.

"Where's Scorpius?" I asked. I'd just gotten home from work and found that our 5 year old son was missing.

"He's over at Pansy's. He had a play date with Romulus," Draco said. Romulus was Pansy's 6 year old son.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"I just did," he replied.

"How many times do I have to ask you to tell me if he's got a play date?" I ask. I'd set the rule down about 3 years ago when I came home to an empty house. I went crazy trying to find our son because I thought he'd been kidnapped.

"I know where he is," Draco said, his usual attitude coming out, "why does it matter?"

"He's my son too, you know," I say, "my temper starting to take over.

"Yes, I'm aware of the fact," Draco said. In all honesty, he was biologically both of ours. As it turned out, Draco had a gene that caused a male pregnancy. We were surprised when we found out. However, Scorpius is a big part of our lives and I couldn't imagine my world without him.

"Then why don't you just listen to me and tell me when he is going to be someplace else," I ask, starting to yell.

"Because Potter," he spits and I shudder. He only uses my surname when he's really mad, "I know where he is and I love him. I wouldn't let anything happen to him. Is that so hard to understand?"

"You know what, I'm going to go pick him up," I say, and I apparate out of the room and over to Pansy's house. I knock on the front door. After a minute, Pansy answers.

"Hello," she said.

"I've come to pick up my son," I said.

"Draco said he was going to pick him up at 7," she said. I knew it was only 5:30. That was odd. Usually Draco wanted him home before 6 so he could have dinner with us.

"Well, he didn't tell me that," I say.

"Let me guess, he forgot to tell you about the play date again," she said.

"Yes," I said, "I might have gotten a little too mad, though."

"Daddy!" I heard my son's familiar voice call. He ran up to me and I lifted him up onto my hip. He was getting heavy, but I was used to it so I could still pick him up. He had messy blonde hair and my green eyes. His facial features mostly belonged to Draco. However, his personality was more like mine, minus my temper. He was sweet, but also a little mischievous.

"Well, do you want to stay here for a little while and let Draco calm down?" she asked. I knew there was no sense in going back home just yet. It usually took an hour or so for Draco to calm down.

"Sure, Pansy, thank you," I said. I'd become good friend with the black haired girl. She'd become a lot nicer after the war.

"No problem," she said. She led me into the sitting room. I sat down on the love seat and set Scorpius down onto the floor.

"Scorpi, can you go play with Romi well your father and I have a grown up conversation?" Pansy asked.

"Okay," Scorpius replied.

"And no listening in," I called after him, making sure both boys could hear.

"I know, Daddy," Scorpi called. Scorpi was Scorpius' given nickname. Shortly after Scorpius was born, Ron, who is his godfather, started calling him Scorpi and the name just stuck.

"What's wrong?" Pansy asked.

"I'm that easy to read?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, "you can be read like a book."

"Wow, how come no one ever told me?" I asked.

"Stop trying to change the subject," she said, "what's wrong."

"It doesn't matter," I say, "it's just stupid."

"It does matter," she said, "just tell me."

"He called me Potter," I said, "I hate it when he does that."

"Well, does he know that?" she asks.

"Yeah," I say, "he only does it when he's really mad. I have a sense that something more is going on than that silly fight we had."

"What makes you think that?" she asks.'

"We've had that argument a dozen times and he never gets that mad," I say, "what if there is someone else? What if he's going to leave me?"

"Harry James Potter Malfoy," Pansy said, "Draco loves you. He loves you more than anything in this world. He would never leave you."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Look, Harry," she said, "you and Draco have been married 7 years. You have a beautiful son who both of you would give your lives for. If Draco wanted to leave you, he would have done it a long time ago."

"Then what do you think is wrong?" I ask.

"Maybe he just is having a stressful week at work," she commented. Suddenly, Merlin, Draco's big black owl flew into the room and dropped a letter onto Harry's lap. Harry gave him a treat.

"Thanks Merlin," Harry said and the owl stayed out. Draco must want a reply.

_To the love of my life,_

_Harry, I'm so sorry for earlier. Some things have come up and I didn't know how to deal with them. I wanted to talk to you tonight about the. That's why I sent Scorpius to Pansy's. I wanted to have a privet conversation and dinner. I understand that you're angry. You have every right to be. I shouldn't have directed my emotions towards you. I told Merlin to stay so you could send me a reply. Will you please come home and go to dinner with me. I have some news to share. I understand if you don't want to. If you don't, please at least tell me where you will stay the night. I love you so much. Once again I'm really sorry._

_Draco_

"Do you have a piece of parchment I can borrow?" I asked, turning to Pansy.

"Yeah," she said, getting up and going into her office. She returned a minute later with parchment and a quill.

"Here you go," she said, then glanced at the letter Draco had sent, "can I read it?"

"Go ahead," I said. I picked up the quill and wrote back to Draco.

_Draco,_

_Yes, I will come home tonight. I'm having a conversation with Pansy, but I will be back in about a half hour. I know Merlin is really quick, so you'll definitely get this before I get home. Also, this is my fault. I overreacted a little bit. I'm really sorry. I love you too. I'm going to bring Scorpius to spend the night at Ron and Hermione's so we can have the night to ourselves. We can spend the evening however you want. _

_Harry_

I gave Merlin the letter and he flew away.

"You know, Draco really is a sweetheart," she said, handing me back the letter.

"I know," I say, "I'm so lucky to have him."

"I'm guessing you said yes," she said, "do you want me to watch Scorpi for the night so you two can have a bit of fun?" I turned bright red.

"No," I say, "I'm going to bring him to Ron and Hermione's house. That's where I usually leave him when Draco and I want a night to ourselves."

"Well, have fun tonight," she said, then winked.

"Would you mind staying out of mine and Draco's sex life?" I ask. I was bright red. Pansy laughed.

"It's so much fun to mess with you, though," she said.

"Well, what about you and Griffin?" I ask, "How's your sex life?" Griffin was Pansy's husband.

"Very good, actually," she said, "he's freaky in bed." Pansy always did this thing where she could tell personal stuff that no one needed to know just to be funny.

"Too much information," I say, "I'm going to go get Scorpius and go to Ron's. Can I use your fireplace to Floo there?"

"Sure," she said.

"Scorpius," I called, "can you come here, please." A minute later, Scorpius appeared with Romulus, who was the splitting image of his mother.

"Yes, Daddy?" he asked.

"Say goodbye to Romulus. I'm taking you to Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron's house," I say,"you are going to spend the night there."

"Okay," Scorpi said, then turned to Romulus, "bye Romi."

"Thank you for watching Scorpi," I said to Pansy.

"No problem," she said.

"Good bye," I said. I gave her a hug and then led my son to the fireplace. I grabbed a handful of Floo Powder.

"Can I do it, Daddy?" he asks.

"Yes," I say, pouring the powder carefully into his hand. I take his other hand.

"Uncle Ron's house," he calls, throwing the powder.

Moments later we are in the sitting room and Ron and Hermione's house. A moment later, Hermione rushes into the room.

"Harry!" she calls, then runs up to me and wraps me in a large hug.

"Nice to see you too," I say. She lets go.

"Hello Aunt Hermione," Scorpius says.

"Hello Scorpi," she says, "how are you?"

"I'm fine, thanks for asking," he says, "how about you?"

"Great," she says.

"What's with all th noise?" Ron asks as he enters the room.

"Hello, Ron," I say.

"Hello Harry," he says, "hello Scorpi."

"Hi Uncle Ron," Scorpi replies.

"What brings you two here?" Hermione asks.

"I was wondering if Scorpi could spend the night," I say.

"Of course he can!" Hermione says.

"Scorpi, Rose is up in her room," Ron says, "why don't you go play with her?" Rose was five, just like Scorpius

"Alright," he says and leaves the living room.

"So, what's up?" Ron asked.

"Why don't we sit down?" I suggest.

Alright," Ron said. He and Hermione took the loveseat and I sat on the couch directly across from them. I explained the whole story to them.

"Wow," Hermione said, "I wonder what his news is."

"I do hope it's good news," I say.

"It probably is," Hermione says. Suddenly I hear crying.

"That's Hugo," Ron says, "I'll go check on him." He gets up and leaves. Hugo was almost 3 now.

"Are you thinking about having more kids?" I ask, "if you don't mind me asking."

"No, it's alright," she said, "I think I'm fine with two. What about you?"

"Draco and I haven't really talked about it much," I say, "the first time was rather dangerous and I don't want to put Draco up to something if he doesn't want to do it."

"Well Harry, maybe you should talk to him. You always wanted a big family."

"I know," I say, "I just don't want to risk Draco's life and health just for the sake of having a larger family. I am happy."

"I'm not going to push you to talk about," she says, "anyways, you should be going. Have a nice night."

"Thanks, Hermione," I say. I hug her good - bye and apparate home.

"DRACO," I call. I don't get a reply so a walk upstairs. The light is on in the bathroom. I push the door open and I see Draco sitting on the floor. I immediately move to his side and sit next to him. I can see he'd been crying.

"What's wrong?" I ask. I start to rub his back.

"Please don't leave me," he says.

"Why would I leave you?" I ask.

"Harry, I have something to tell you."

"What is it?" I asked.

"I'm pregnant again," he said. I smiled immediately.

"Really?" I asked. I tried to contain my excitement.

"Yes," he said, "I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" I ask.

"I know we haven't talked about it. We should have been more careful. I should have asked if you wanted more kids," he said, starting to cry. I leaned in and kissed him. I put allm y joy and happiness into that one kiss. I didn't pull away until I needed air.

"You aren't mad?" he asked.

"Why would I be mad?" I asked, "I always wanted more kids, I just didn't want to bring it up. I didn't know if you wanted more."

"I always wanted more but I didn't think you did," he said, "that's why I never asked. In my family for generations on the Malfoy side it's always been just one kid. I wanted to change that."

"I can't believe we are having another kid," I said, "I'm so happy."

"I am too," he said.

"Why don't we order pizza and watch a movie?" I ask, getting up off the floor and then helping Draco up.

"I'd love that," he replied.


	2. Unexpected

**Hello! I'm back! I just saw Identity Thief and it was awesome. Anyways, I just thought of this little one shot here. I hope you enjoy it. It's called Unexpected. **

**Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. **

Draco's POV

Harry didn't know it, but I was secretly watching him. I did it often. I'd grown a crush on him 5 year, shortly after discovering Ii liked guys instead of girls. I knew Harry was into the female Weasley. It wasn't fair. I loved him and I couldn't ac t on it. Not just because Harry was straight and I wasn't, but not many people knew that I was gay and I wanted to keep it that way. It was generally frowned upon. Plus, there was no point in telling people because I was a Malfoy and I was expected to marry some pure blooded witch and produce the next Malfoy boy with blonde hair and stormy gray eyes. It was just how my family was. There was nothing I could do about it.

"Malfoy," Snape's voice called, "stop stating into space and pay attention to your potion. It's about to boil over." I went red with embarrassment.

"Sorry Professor Snape," I say, and then go back to making the potion. I turn the temperature down and prepare the next ingredient. I thought I could feel eyes staring at the back of my head, but when I turned around, everyone was concentrating on their potions.

"Alright, everyone," Snape said towards the end of class," Time's up." I look down at my potion. It's some of my worst work. It wasn't even ¾ done.

"Granger," Snape called, "I want to test your potion."

"Alright, Professor," she said confused. I found it a bit odd too. He usually tested Longbottom or Seamus' potions on people. Usually it was Potter.

"Potter and Malfoy come here," Snape called. That was odd. Snape never used me as a potion tester. Suddenly, I remembered it was a truth telling serum. Oh no. If people found out about me, I'd be screwed. I really hoped it didn't come up. I walked to the front of the room. Snape gave me and Harry each a little bit of the potion.

"What are your names?" he asked.

"Harry James Potter," Harry replied.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy," I said. It sounded weird to say my full name.

"What is your favorite color?" Snape asked. It was odd, but these were probably nonsense questions.

"Red," Harry replied.

"Emerald green," I said. I was glad it was a Slytherin color. The real reason was because it was the color of Harry's eyes.

"Are you dating anyone?" Snape asked. That was a stupid question.

"No," Harry said. I was glad for that, but it was only a matter of time before the Weasley girl and he started dating.

"No," I replied.

"Who, if anyone, do you like?" Oh crap. Now I was screwed.

"Ginny Weasley," Harry said. This was common knowledge. Apparently Harry was unaware that everyone already knew this, because he turned red and became suddenly interested in his shoes. I just stood there for a minute, not saying anything. I didn't want people to know. However, I wasn't in control.

"Harry Potter," I blurted out. Everyone looked at me, so I did the only thing I could think of: I turned and ran out of the room. I ran out of the dungeons. I just kept running. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't stop until I was completely out of breath. While I was running I thought I heard a voice call after me, but I ignored it and just kept going. I was sure the person hadn't followed me. I was in a part of the castle I'd never been to before. There was nothing around. I just slid to the ground and felt the tears fall down. I'd just been outed in potions class. Had Snape known? If he had, why would he have done that? Maybe he was just trying to get something out of Potter. Snape liked me. Surely he wouldn't have done this if he'd known. I heard footsteps. I swore under my breath. I didn't want people to find me like this. I was a mess.

"Hi," the voice said quietly. I looked up and it was Harry Potter.

"What do you want, Potter?" I ask, "Come here to make fun of me and laugh about me?"

"No, actually, I haven't," he said.

"Wait, you don't care that I'm," I asked, not wanting to say the final word out loud.

"Draco, I've known for a while," Harry said, "can I sit?"

"You have?" I asked. I'd finally stopped crying, "And go ahead."

"Yes, of course I have," he said, sliding down next to me, "I've caught you staring at me."

"Well, I'm sorry," he said, "I'm sorry I have a crush on you. I know it isn't ever going to go somewhere. You like Ginny. The two of you will probably end up married and have a family."

"Draco," Harry started, but I cut him off.

"I get if you never want to talk to me again," I said, "I get if you and the rest of world make fun of me for what I am. I hate that I can't be normal like everyone else."

"Draco," Harry started again, but once again I cut him off.

"Believe me; I understand if everyone hates me for the rest of my life. It doesn't matter what I am anyways, because no matter what, my family is just going to set me up with some pretty pureblood girl that I'll have to have a kid with. That's how my family has worked for generations. All they care about is keeping their pureblood status and keeping making heirs. I can't do that if I'm not with some stupid pureblood girl that I'll never love."

"Draco," Harry said a third time, but I ignored him. I didn't want to listen, I wanted to talk.

"I know you probably don't care about my life story. I know you don't give a crap about me. You hate me. You've hated me since the first day of school. I was a child then, though. I'd always been manipulated by my father into thinking purebloods are the best. I hate my father. People change, Harry. I'm not the same little jerk kid I was when we first met. I've." I never go to finish my sentence because something completely unexpected happened next.

He kissed me. I felt his lips melt onto mine like butter. I didn't kiss back at first because I was startled and confused. After a moment or two, I put all of my feelings into the kiss. Time seemed to freeze. I don't know how long it lasted before I pulled away for oxygen.

"Why? What? I thought?" I tried to finish a sentence, but I was too confused to do so.

"If you'd actually listen to me instead of cut me off, you would have all the answers already," he said.

"I'm sorry," I said, "go ahead."

"I kissed you to get you to stop talking. You thought I was straight, right?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, "you admitted to the whole class that you like Ginny. Not that everyone didn't know."

"I know what I said," he started, "wait, what? People already knew that?"

"Potter, you've never been good at hiding things," I said, "can you get back to the important part?"

"Oh, right, sorry. Anyways, Yes, I like Ginny. I like you as well, though," he said, "yes Draco, I'm bisexual."

"You are?" I ask.

"Well, I just kissed you, didn't I?" he asked.

"I suppose so," I said, "by the way, you are really good."

"Draco, I want to be with you, not Ginny," he said.

"I want to be with you, too," I said, "but what about what people think?"

"To hell with them," he says, "I'm Harry Potter. I don't give a crap."

"I'm worried about what my family will think," I say.

"Then why don't we keep this under the radar for now," Harry said, "if that's what makes you comfortable."

"Does this mean we are going to be sneaking around?" I ask.

"Yes," he said, "yes it does."

"Good," I said, "that's just how I like it."

"Have you ever heard of the Room of Requirement?" Harry asked, smirking.

"Yeah," I said, "it's the secret room that becomes what you need most."

"Well, there's our solution," he said, "I've got to get to class. I'll meet you in there after class."

"Alright," I said. I smiled as he walked away. I pulled myself off the floor. I was a Malfoy. If anyone tried to insult me, I could just tear them down. I walked down a set of stairs, smirking. Now all I had to do was find my way out of here.


	3. The Task

**Hey guys! I just thought of this little guy. Since all of these are different points of harry and Draco's relationship, I have to make an edit to the last chapter. Draco likes Harry since 4****th**** year, and the last chapter took place in fifth year where Snape outed Draco. Anyways, this takes place after summer break. Harry and Draco's relationship is still hidden, except from Ron and Hermione.**

Harry's POV

"Guys, I don't know what's gotten into him," I say. I was sitting in a compartment on the train with Ron and Hermione. I didn't expect Draco to sit with us. He still hasn't told people and wants to keep our relationship hidden.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

"He's acting odd," I say, "He's barely said 100 word to me in the past month. I understand that we couldn't hang out over the summer, but I haven't gotten any owls from him in a week, and before that he wasn't very responsive."

"Maybe something has happened and he doesn't want to talk about it," Hermione suggested.

"Hermione, he and I have been secretly dating for almost a year. We have an open relationship. We talk about everything that is bothering us," I said.

"Maybe it's something to do with his father," Ron said, "maybe he's a."

"Ron, my boyfriend isn't a death eater. Not at his will, anyways."

"Harry, don't push him. Just be there in case he wants to talk," Hermione suggested.

"Thanks," I say, "I'll find him later and talk to him."

"Well, I know for sure that this year will be much harder," Hermione said, "did Dumbledore ever tell you who Slughorn's taking over for?"

"No," I said, "probably DADA class."

"Well, he used to be potions master," Hermione said

"Yeah," Ron said, "you don't recon Dumbledore gave it to him and moved Snape to DADA?"

"I hope not," I say, "I really wanted another good DADA teacher."

"No bloody likely," Ron said, "Lupin is the only good one we've had." Suddenly, a letter was slid under the door to their compartment. It had Harry's name on it. There was no one outside the door, so Draco must have been using my invisibility cloak. I'd sent it to him weeks ago so he could sneak around or sneak out and come visit me.

"It's Draco's handwriting," I said. I opened it.

_Harry,_

_I'm sorry for how I've been acting. I've been distant and I know it's bothering you. I assure you it has absolutely nothing to do with our relationship. Please don't think I'm breaking up with you. Some stuff has come up. I'll tell you, but not in a letter like this. This is something to be said in person. Besides, a letter could end up in the wrong hands. Meet me in our meeting room after the feast tonight. I'll tell you there. I love you so much. You are the most important thing in my life. You deserve to know what's happening. I only hope you don't hate me after. Anyways, enjoy the rest of the ride and I'll see you later. _

_Draco_

_PS I love your eyes. Have I told you that before?_

"What is it, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Read for yourself," I said, passing her the letter. Ron, who was sitting next to her read it too, and he made fake gagging noises.

"Honestly, Ronald, can you be a little more mature?" Hermione asked.

"Sorry," he said, "not my fault that Harry's Boy toy is a sappy romantic."

"You're just jealous," she said.

"I'm not," Ron replied.

"Guys, can you stop arguing for five minutes?" I asked. They became quiet.

"Sorry," Ron said.

"I wonder what's going on," I said.

"Well, there is always the change that his father made him become a death eater," Ron said, "and he's got to kill you or us."

"Ron, it's Voldemort who wants to personally kill me," I say, "plus, Draco wouldn't kill anyone."

"Harry, people don't always have a choice," Hermione said, "it's either kill the person or get killed."

"Well, I'm not going to let him go through this alone," I say.

"We don't expect you to," Ron said, "but are you really willing to help kill someone."

"No," I said, "but I can help him get through this. It won't be easy."

"Harry, did you give Draco your cloak?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah," I said, "he wanted to sneak around his house because he thought something was up. Also, he wanted to be there for my trial."

"Wait, he was there?" Ron asked.

"Yeah," I said, "was standing next to my chair. He had his hand on my shoulder."

"Moody was there, wasn't he?" Hermione said, "Why didn't he say anything?"

"Maybe Moody ships Drarry," Ron suggested.

"What?" I asked.

"You know, Drarry. Draco and your couple name. Draco, Harry, Drarry," Ron said, "Moody likes you together."

"Ron, that's the oddest thing I've ever heard," I say.

"We're nearly there. We should change into our robes," Hermione said.

Half an hour later, we were pulling into Hogwarts. As we left the train, I heard Hagrid yelling out his usual command.

"First years, over here," he bellowed. Around him was a crowd of small kids. I could remember when that was us.

"Come on, Harry," Ron said, "Let's get into one of the carriages."

"Alright," I say. I get into a carriage that contains Neville, Luna, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. I look around for Draco. I spot him a few carriages over with his Slytherin friends. My green eyes meet his grey ones and I nod my and he does the same back.

Once all the students were in the carriages, they carted off towards the school. There was idle chitchat around our carriage. I nodded my head and agreed and disagreed where needed, but I mostly kept quiet. All I could think about was Draco.

After the fest, I watched the Slytherin table get up. I waited for Draco to disappear from sight. Luckily, Gryffindor was dismissed last. I was glad of this because I didn't want people to put two and two together. Once we could leave, I practically ran to the Room Of Requirements, using the excuse that I needed to go to the loo. I stood where the door is and waited for it to appear. Draco and I had been in the room so many times to be alone and hide our relationship that the room knew who both of were and what we needed. I walked through the door. The room was a sitting room, as always. I saw Draco sitting not in one of the chairs, but on the floor in the corner. I immediately ran over to him, slid down next to him, and wrapped my arms around him. I could tell he'd been crying.

"What's wrong, Sweetie?" I asked.

"I don't know what to do," he said. I knew he was holding back tears. He didn't like to cry in front of me.

"I can help," I say, "but only if you tell me what's wrong."

"I can't believe my father would make me do this. I can't believe I was ordered to do it," he said. Everything clicked in my head. I grabbed his arm and pushed up his sleeve. The Dark Mark was freshly carved into his arm. He immediately moved his other hand to cover it.

"Draco, it's alright," I say, "it'll be all right. What is it that you have to do?"

"The Dark Lord ordered me to kill," he said, starting to cry.

"Who?" I asked, "If it's me, we can stick to the plan. We can run away."

"No," he said, "not you. He ordered me to kill Dumbledore."

"He's that far?" I asked, "Once Dumbledore is gone, this place will be taken over by death eaters."

"Exactly," he says, "it has to be done by the end of the year. You can't come back next year."

"Well, then, we can go into hiding," I say, "you, me, Ron, and Hermione. We can work on a plan to defeat him. We need to find a way to make sure he can't come back."

"Harry, I'm scared," he says, "How can I kill Dumbledore?"

"I don't know," I say, "I'd love not to, but then I fear you'll be killed."

"We could talk to Snape," he said, "He'll know what to do. I know he's a spy."

"Good plan," I say.

"Harry, can we just stay in here a while?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, "let's go cuddle on the couch." I got up and helped the blonde haired boy up. We walked across the room to the couch, our hands intertwined. We sat on the couch and pulled a blanket onto us. I left our hands together. He put his head on my shoulder and I leaned my head over against his.

"It'll be alright," I say. We stay quiet for a while, and I don't even notice when Draco drifts off into sleep because minutes later, I do the same thing. My sleep was dreamless and peaceful because I knew the boy that I loved more than anything was right there next to me.


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